This is where the "M" rating really comes into play. This is your warning, very graphic scene up ahead. Anyway, Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!
A coppery taste fills her mouth. the smell of alcohol hangs in the air. Her head pounds as if it's been hit. She touches her finger to her lip and winces in pain. A piece of cloth is wrapped around her head and stuffed in her mouth. She tries to open her eyes but one of them is swollen shut, attempting to take in her surroundings, she realizes the room is black. Someone grabs her hands and pins them above her head, so that she cannot move. She tries to escape but her body just shakes the bed that she's pinned to. She's stuck. A hand wraps around her neck. She struggles to breath. He laughs but she can't see him. Letting go of her throat, she gasps for air. His hand then runs down the length of her torso and goosebumps cover her arms. She's freezing. Cold air blows through the room and all she has on is her undergarments. His hand slips under her bra, squeezing and pinching her chest. Silent tears start to fall when she feels his naked body mount her own. His hand runs over her stomach, down to her hips and she lets out a small cry of help, he just laughs and rips off her underwear. She struggles to clench her thighs together but his hands just pull them apart like opening a book. He whispers in her ear 'If only there was someone who loved you.' then guides himself to her opening and in one thrust of his hips she's screaming out in pain.
Anna wakes in a cold sweat, much like every morning since the day that Hans decided to take away everything. She throws her legs off the bed and looks at her clock. 5:45. A shower will do some good. She walks quietly down the hall to the bathroom and puts her phone and clothes on the counter. Anna stares at herself in the mirror for a few moments. What did I ever do to him? She puts her hands on either side of the sink to get a closer look. How did I deserve this? Her fingers brush over the nasty colored bruise growing on the side of her face, and flinches when she presses too hard. That's going to need makeup. A lot of make up. Pulling her hand away from her face, she looks down at herself. School is going to be fine today. She tells herself, knowing it's a lie. A lone tear runs down her cheek. At least you have Kristoff. She lets a small smile form on her face.
Kristoff rolls over in his bed as his alarm goes off. A smile covers his face. He jumps out of bed and stretches his arms. He goes to the bathroom, closes the door, and the mirror catches his eye. You've got a friend for the second day of school, that's a first Kristoff. He strikes a confident pose in the mirror. Then jumps in the shower, letting his mind roam.
I wish I knew what was going through that girl's brain. I mean she didn't even say three words before crying her heart out on my shoulder. Something is up with her and that Hans guy. He has bad news written all over his face. That jerk. She's so amazing, anyone could see that in a short amount of time knowing Anna. She's so beautiful, and funny and, holy crap Kristoff stop thinking about her like that. You've only known her for a day! Snap out of it.
Kristoff rubs his hands over his face, the water bursts cold. "Ahck! What the-" He yells then rushes to turn off the water. No hot water left. Whatever. Just get dressed and get ready for the best day of school ever.
Anna walks through the halls of Arendelle High in the morning, trying to avoid Hans, and to find Kristoff. No such luck. Maybe he's hiding from me like I'm hiding from Hans. Maybe that kiss totally freaked him out. Anna shakes the thought from her head, going about her day as if it were normal.
On his way to lunch Kristoff spots Anna for the first time all day. As he walks closer, he realizes she's talking to Hans. His body towers over hers. You do not want to get involved Kristoff. The conversation looks heated anyway no use making it worse. Kristoff takes a moment to look over Anna's body language: her arms wrapped around herself(something she seems to do a lot), eye's pointed at the floor, and are those? "Tears." He whispers to himself. As anger builds inside, he feels about ready to burst. Breath. In, out. In, out. Kristoff starts to walk down the hallway away from Anna and Hans when he hears a muffled scream come from behind him. He turns around to find Hans forcing himself on Anna, and Anna trying to squirm away from him.
"Hans." Kristoff says loudly behind him. Hans turns around to face Kristoff.
"Get lost Ass-hat." He says before turning back and attacking Anna's face again. Kristoff turns his head to the side but doesn't leave.
"I'd rather not." Hans turns to him slowly. "She doesn't look too happy being forced to kiss you." Kristoff stares at him, four inches above him, when he turns to face him. "Just let her go."
"I would advise you get lost. She's mine."
"Kristoff-" Anna whispers. "Just leave, please." She sounds so helpless, Kristoff pauses and looks at Hans.
"No." He says, anger fresh in his voice. "Get off of her." Kristoff pushes him away from her and gets between them.
"Oh, Christopher got his big boy pants on." Hans smiles. "Two can play at this game-" Hans doesn't start soft, he throws the first punch right to Kristoff's left eye, a move that he wasn't expecting which makes him stumble a bit. But after Kristoff gains his footing again he sends his fist straight to Hans gut. He goes down, holding his stomach and rolling over in pain. Kristoff glances at Anna before looking over at Hans one last time and growling through clenched teeth.
"It's Kristoff." As he takes off towards the door, Anna tries to run after him but trips and falls to the ground a few feet away from Hans. Crying softly as she watches him leave.
Days-weeks pass. Kristoff tries to forget about Anna, and her laugh, and her smile. While Anna keeps reminding herself that by staying away from Kristoff she's keeping him safe, from Hans and a messy heartbreak.
